Dimensional Eroders

Chapter 19: Hide NPC! Necromancer clues?

  Anyone who can arrive at the camp on time is considered the elite of the trialists. After the leader left, several ambitious and thoughtful people came forward, trying to keep everyone behind, persuade them, and form an elite team.

   However, the Bailang people were sleepy and tired, and their alertness was higher than normal. In addition, the calf bite needed to be dealt with urgently, so they did not stay and went directly to the fourth floor of the building for treatment.

   As soon as he left, the rest of the people also did bird and beast scatter. They are all anxious to enter this building for help and treatment.

  ...

   The layout of the fourth floor is a bit like a private clinic, the light is bright and the environment is quiet, because it is night and there are no people. The air is full of the smell of disinfectant.

   consulted the **** duty at the front desk, Bailang took out his ‘identity card’ to complete the authentication and registration, and was assigned to the treatment room No. 04.

   The room is small, divided into an office for consultation and an accompanying surgery ward. Bailang looked from a standing angle, and there was a hospital bed and treatment equipment in the ward.

   On the chair in the consultation room, there was an old white man with his eyes covered with feces, his hair messy like weeds, and his head down and dozing off.

   bang bang!

   Bai Lang knocked on the door lightly, alarming the opponent. Then, the old man put on the shabby eyes that hung around his neck, straightened his neck and looked around, staring at him for a long time, until his eyes returned to focus, and then he suddenly said, "Is it a patient? Please, what's the situation?"

During the interrogation, the old man eyed him constantly, and then asked: "Are you new here? I heard that a group of newcomers will arrive tonight. It seems that it is you. Do you have money to see a doctor? If you don't have money, please go out automatically. Don't disturb the rest of the elderly."

   Bai Lang immediately opened a receipt at the front desk and handed it to the other party. The old man didn’t worry anymore after reading it: “It’s okay to tell your problem. It’s my bounden duty to save the dead and heal the wounded.”

Bai Lang tore off the T-shirt, revealing the scratches on his shoulders, and then lifted the corners of his pants, showing that he was wounded to death by bandages, but he was still suffering from a slowly bleeding wound: "I suffered from a flying monster on my way to the camp. Attacked; afterwards, the calf was bitten by a half-rotten dead dog..."

"Let me see."

   The old man took out a pair of scissors and cut the bandage. Then he opened a bottle of alcohol, took a sip, and then was refreshed, and took another big sip, turned into a watering can and sprayed on Bailang's legs with his mouth open, cleaned, and wiped off the blood and stains. After that, he picked up the tweezers again, rushed into the wound roughly, and repeatedly agitated and observed. The pain was so painful that Bailang rolled his eyes wildly, and he couldn't help shouting: "It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!"

"Um... the wound on the shoulder is not serious, but the sharp claws of the scavenging birds are dirty, and the ones that grab the **** and the meat carry a lot of bacteria. I guess they have been infected! But compared to this little problem, your leg is injured. More serious, it has been poisoned by the corpse, the toxins of the carrion and the power of **** are spreading in your body. If you do not treat it, you will become a freshly baked living corpse in about a week. There is a small probability that you will be demons. Transform and become a miscellaneous soldier in the evil camp."

   "One week?" Bai Lang was a little surprised. Compared with zombies, these living corpses are so weak.

   "Why, is it too slow? You can also speed up the process of depravity by eating a large amount of monster corpses, and at the same time improve the physical fitness of the living corpse to a certain extent." The old man explained slowly.

   Bai Lang heard more and more something wrong, and coughed slightly: "Um...I'm here to treat the disease."

The old man glanced at him coldly: "Two treatment options, cheap injections and medicine, holy water disinfection, sutured wounds, 3 silver coins are enough, but the recovery period is relatively long, about a week can be cured. If you are willing to spend 10 more Silver coins, I can use the'healing potion' to speed up the healing of the wound, and go back to sleep and recover. You choose..."

   "Uh... injections, medicines and suturing?!" Bailang looked at the various modern treatment equipment in the ward, and always felt that it was weird. This style of painting was a bit contrary.

   "What's the problem?" The old man scraped off the eye feces from the corner of his eyes, and bounced on the wall behind him, getting more and more energetic, showing an extraordinary look, like a hidden NPC.

   Brother Lang couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and asked: "This is not magic at all, is there no healing spell?"

"Of course there is, but the price is more expensive, and I can't do it. If you are willing to spend money, isn't the'healing potion' a magic item? Even cheap treatments use'holy water', this thing is very magical. "The old man looked at him strangely, as if he had never seen such a mentally handicapped patient.

   Bai Lang didn't care, and asked cheeky: "Aren't you a ‘medical staff’? Don’t you have the power to master spells?"

"I only master a few tricks, which is not considered a legal post. After getting the'Necromancer certification' and was eliminated, I moved to the medical industry. Now the quality of newcomers is getting worse and worse, and this is also common sense. No? Hurry up and decide which treatment plan to choose?"

   The old man urged impatiently.

   Bai Lang quickly replied: "Expensive!"

   "It's pretty much the same. Just lie down and don't move. I'll prepare it for you."

   The old man pointed to the simple "patient bed + operating table", and then he took care of himself.

   quickly took out a set of surgical equipment, put on rubber gloves, skillfully cleaned the wound, sterilized and disinfected, this time he didn't use his mouth to spray again. After cutting off the necrotic tissue, he rudely poured a bottle of ‘holy water’ mixed with high-strength alcohol on the wound. The sour and hot taste made the painful white waves scream.

   Although he was lying on his back, he couldn't see the wound, but he felt as if he had been splashed with strong acid, and the wounds made a sizzle.

   "Don't make trouble, bear with me! This little hurt, look like you are called a girl. Holy water can remove evil power, don't you find it very enjoyable? Listen to this wonderful voice!"

   After completing a series of operations, the old doctor began to stitch up the leg wounds, still rude but fast. Finally, he took out a bottle of viscous, turbid, dark red medicine like semi-coagulated blood from the drawer, inserted a needle, and extracted half of the tube.

   The old man pierced the needle into the sutured wound and started to push the injection. Bailang immediately felt a cool, numb and itchy sensation inside the wound. It was very comfortable, as if the flesh and blood were squirming and healing, which was a hundred times stronger than the ‘sulphuric acid holy water’.

"what is this?"

"Healing potions! Contains rich life energy, extracted and purified from the hearts of the sinking devil. Whether taken internally or externally, it can accelerate the healing of the injury." The old man lowered his head to deal with the wound, UUreading www.uukanshu.com explained absently. .

   "Why not use it directly? Isn't it unnecessary to suture the wound?"

"Of course it is to save costs. You can only recover from a small injury if you drink it straight. But I only used 1/10 of the dose and it was done. The same is the wound. After treatment, it is not only It is economical, and the effect is better. On the contrary, it is a serious trauma. Although it can be quickly healed without treatment, it can be quickly healed, but the flesh and blood nerves will be wrongly connected and form necrosis during the regeneration process, resulting in serious hidden injuries."

  While speaking, the old man dealt with Bailang's other injuries, not even letting go of the bite marks on his palms: "Thanks to your patronage, a total of 20 silver coins, pay by credit card, you are welcome. Don't take a shower, just go back to sleep."

   Feeling the tingling sensation all over his body, Bai Lang feels much more relieved, and he is full of affection for this violent old man who rescues the wounded. He didn't have any plans for the future, but suddenly he felt that "doctor" is a very good profession.

   then blurted out and asked, "Can I learn medical skills from you?"

"If you are interested, I don't mind teaching you some tips, but it is paid, and it is not a'superior ability'. Of course, if you are interested in the'Necromancer', I have basic enlightenment textbooks here. . Medicine is the foundation of the necromancer. A good doctor may not be a mage, but a necromancer must be a good doctor! I am probably the only one who has access to the entire camp. After going back, I will recommend it to your companions. Good job, in the future I will give you a discount on seeing a doctor."

  ...

   After paying the fee, the elder was **** out of the ward by the white waves. It still feels weird. Shouldn’t it be a matter of studying magic inheritance, shouldn’t it be tested and cherished?

   How can I just pay for it and ask myself to promote it to others?

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